Richmond England

Well.. hello world.. again (i do have a tendency to think this blog has a wider audience than it actualy does)
Today I find myself in Richmond, England, staying with an Aussie cousin and his GF. It is somewhat of a difference and a relief let me tell you. After an intersting morning.. I realised we left 'home' at the same time check in opened at the airport.. this is NOT a good thing to realise while sitting in the car half way there..angst angst angst.. lol.. but it all worked out.. chekc in worked.. my luggage got through without and evil overweight bit (that will be explained later) and i managed to do all the noraml thing like change my money to £ and spend all my change.. so it was all good..The reasons, I can now tell you -because we all know i wrte my blogs backwards..- basically i was relying on ebing able to post like half my stuff back to Aus.. then I ran out of cash and as the post ofices in Portugal dont take credit card I had to repack all the stuff i was planning to post. Nt such a big deal. Then i was being a good guest, minding my own business and my host 'dad' came in and asked me 'do you have room in your bag for a bottle' at this i think i must have looked slight pained. As it was my bags were bursting, I had way to much hand luggage and it was not looking good. Sure I say, who can pass up a portuguese bottle? So Bottle, I stil havent checked what it is.. i thin k its vintage port.. in box I sighed, looked at my pack again and ripped everything out agian. The reallyodd thing was that my gear fitted into my bag better when there was a bottle of grog, than whenthere wasnt. whacko. Phew i think to myself. Then i tried to lift my bag.. emphais on tried. So again i unpacked and took out the most dense of objects and put taht in my cabin baggage. THEN i was given a cheese (as in one of those round cheese that you see on TV, about 25cm in diameter.. i swear it weighs 2kg) so repacked again.. this timerepacking my cabin baggage to get everthing to fit.. i think my hand held luggage might have added up to about 10kg. All in all i was amazed that I could get everythign through customs.. the cheese went through the X-ray twice (i understood 'massa organica' and then explained that I had a cheese in my bag..) for soemreason i find this whole cheese thing rather amusing.. I keep thinking I must have seen an amusing cheese comic when i was young, maybe soemthing wallace and gromit related, because half flahes keep appearing in my mind and if anyone can help me work out WHY i find this amusing that would be fab.But yeah, all in all I have WAY to much crap, I need to post stuff or do something with it all. who kows what.. maybe give it to soem other homeless person so they can deal with it. what am i going to do with a CHEESE?!Hmm.. yep yep.. so i managed to get everything into and on to my pack, go carabinas, ribbons and straps, i seriously looked like a backpacker (devil sticks on the outside.. a peackock feather.. daypack clinging on).. it was cool,although i cant actually lift my pack, and if i make the mistake of bending down there is no way in hell i can get up.. i see this as a disadvantage..but i managed to survive the tube.. and found my way to here.. whihc is wonderful..I have had a nice meal of pesto and pasta, watched abit of scrubs and discovered that there are a million books here to read which is fab..thats all for now.. if you think of solutions to the cheese prob that would be rad.. i have the suspicion that if the UK actually operated their customs it wouldnt ahve been allowed through, but as there was no one to ask i jsut kept it.take care :)